Off With His Head
Pagan revelry and morris dancing in the middle of a very cold winter set the scene for one of Ngaio Marsh’s most fascinating murder mysteries.When the pesky Anna Bünz arrives at Mardian to investigate the rare survival of folk-dancing still practised there, she quickly antagonizes the villagers. But Mrs Bünz is not the only source of friction – two of the other enthusiasts are also spoiling for a fight.When the sword dancers’ traditional mock beheading of the Winter Solstice becomes horribly real, Superintendent Roderick Alleyn finds himself faced with a case of great complexity and of gruesome proportions…
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Ngaio Marsh
Off With His Head
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Published by HarperCollinsPublishers 2009 Off With His Head first published in Great Britain by Collins 1957
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Contents
| Mrs Bünz | ||
| Dame Alice Mardian | Of Mardian Castle | |
| The Rev. Samuel Stayne | Rector of East Mardian, her great-nephew by marriage | |
| Ralph Stayne | Her great-great-nephew and son to the Rector | |
| Dulcie Mardian | Her great-niece | |
| William Andersen | Of Copse Forge, blacksmith | |
| Daniel Andersen |  | His sons |
| Andrew Andersen | ||
| Nathaniel Andersen | ||
| Christopher Andersen | ||
| Ernest Andersen | ||
| Camilla Campion | His granddaughter | |
| Bill Andersen | His grandson | |
| Tom Plowman | Landlord of the Green Man | |
| Trixie Plowman | His daughter | |
| Dr Otterly | Of Yowford, General Practitioner | |
| Simon Begg | Of Simmy-Dickâs Petrol Station | |
| Superintendent Carey | Of the Yowford Constabulary | |
| Police Sergeant Obby | Of the Yowford Constabulary | |
| Superintendent Roderick Alleyn |  | |
| Detective-Inspector Fox | Of the CID | |
| Detective-Sergeant Bailey | New Scotland Yard | |
| Detective-Sergeant Thompson |
To anybody with the smallest knowledge of folklore it will be obvious that the Dance of the Five Sons is a purely imaginary synthesis combining in most unlikely profusion the elements of several dances and mumming plays. For information on these elements I am indebted, among many other sources, to Englandâs Dances by Douglas Kennedy and Introduction to English Folklore by Violet Alford.
N.M.
Over that part of England the Winter Solstice came down with a bitter antiphony of snow and frost. Trees, minutely articulate, shuddered in the north wind. By four oâclock in the afternoon the people of South Mardian were all indoors.
It was at four oâclock that a small dogged-looking car appeared on a rise above the village and began to sidle and curvet down the frozen lane. Its driver, her vision distracted by wisps of grey hair escaping from a headscarf, peered through the fan-shaped clearing on her windscreen. Her woolly paws clutched rather than commanded the wheel. She wore, in addition to several scarves of immense length, a handspun cloak. Her booted feet tramped about over brake and clutch-pedal, her lips moved soundlessly and from time to time twitched into conciliatory smiles. Thus she arrived in South Mardian and bumped to a standstill before a pair of gigantic gates.
They were of wrought-iron and beautiful but they were tied together with a confusion of shopkeeperâs twine. Through them, less than a quarter of a mile away, she saw on a white hillside, the shell of a Norman castle, theatrically erected against a leaden sky. Partly encircled by this ruin was a hideous Victorian mansion.
The traveller consulted her map. There could be no doubt about it. This was Mardian Castle. It took some time in that deadly cold to untangle the string. Snow had mounted up the far side and she had to shove hard before she could open the gates wide enough to admit her car. Having succeeded and driven through, she climbed out again to shut them.
